Lyrics

Forgive me if I seem weathered I've been through it and I need better I pray to God that I reach Heaven 'Cause I might leave this bitch like Heath Ledger Coke by the P, we sold reggie by the ton When it came to the dope, we had a legendary run So I seen the competition, it seems that we was different 'Cause these white rappers are life actors, is sweeter than a Snickers They don't be gettin' no women, they don't be off in the trenches They just be off in my business, them nosy ass bitches Even my hippie friends will get it in for Benjamins That's just how we livin' it, grow it themselves and ship it in, hey Let's shake the city in, we with the shit again I think it's time to make a hater slit his wrists again It's just that fuck you attitude It's just that fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck you attitude It's just that fuck you attitude It's just that fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck you attitude Let's get it right I've been living life, like I'll live it twice, so thug games Know it's us when we in this bitch, we feel that shit like suds mane Ain't no bitch, and I ain't no simp Still got money when I ain't know shit Never again make it rain on a bitch, 'cause I ain't no trick Pull up to the club with a bankroll bitch Pull up to the club with a bankroll bitch Man, I swear to God that I ain't no pimp But it ain't no bitch that I can't go get Came up by ourselves so ain't nobody jealous But the friends you think will be proud of you are the first one's that's jealous So lately, I've been staying to myself prayin' to God I take another puff of this and head straight to the stars We walk inside this bitch and make our way straight to the bar I'll end up takin' a bar, they say I take it too far It's just that fuck you attitude It's just that fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck you attitude It's just that fuck you attitude It's just that fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck you attitude Baby, here's my resume, you should check your history Half surround the town, bitch I been lit like a Christmas tree You foo', I remember shootin' dice and skippin' school Waitin' on my partner to swing by, and bring some bitches through Buzzin' then I feel it too, man I swear it's really true I'm from Nashville, and I was here before this shit was cool Yes, yes, I demand respect, yes, yes, I came to collect And I might not have it now, but I just got me a check Out here walk it like I talk it, quick to make a hater nauseous Better tell that bitch, get off me, and best proceed with caution All we know is narcotics, and money's not a problem 'Cause all we know is profit, tell us get 'em man, we got it It's just that fuck you attitude It's just that fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck you attitude It's just that fuck you attitude It's just that fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck you attitude
Writer(s): Jason De Ford, Lorenzo Formato Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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